Perhaps, but I can't even tell. [He wrinkles his snout in a grimace, baring teeth that look quite capable of defense, if so. Wrathion does not want to admit that the earth here does not offer the barest whisper to him. Though his maddened father had traded earth for fire in the heart of the world, it normally did not lie dead beneath his feet.]
And not because I was growling, either.
[And a very normal looking fellow (likely a researcher who dwells here in the Shrine of the Seeker) pokes his head around the edge of the cave, to be face-to-snout with the dragon, who blinks. Something he did not expect. As for the researcher, that worthy falls on his rump with the realization that that is a dragon, smoke trickling from its nostrils, scrambles to his feet, and takes to the hills, yelling. For his part, Wrathion rumbles, mildly.]
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And not because I was growling, either.
[And a very normal looking fellow (likely a researcher who dwells here in the Shrine of the Seeker) pokes his head around the edge of the cave, to be face-to-snout with the dragon, who blinks. Something he did not expect. As for the researcher, that worthy falls on his rump with the realization that that is a dragon, smoke trickling from its nostrils, scrambles to his feet, and takes to the hills, yelling. For his part, Wrathion rumbles, mildly.]
Well. I was not expecting that.